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Chapter 5

To be completely honest, I haven't come up with a surprise yet. Of course, the idea to arrange a romantic evening immediately appeared, but this is predictable. Yes, and somehow sharply from my side: what kind of romance on the first day of dating? Then another thought was born in my head, thanks to which the general romance can be somewhat smeared so that Alina does not think anything superfluous.

I got out of bed, went to the window and stared aimlessly at the lake. Yes, that's a good idea! I will write a short poem for her without any hint of love. Well, even there, an evening by candlelight will not seem too romantic. If anything, I will explain it by the fact that I just wanted to decorate the table beautifully. Why not?

He thought it over again and resolutely headed for the door. Before leaving the house, he told Alina that he went to the store, and she jokingly asked if it was for champagne. Then I seriously thought about it and even stopped.

– Would you like a little drink?" - he smiled slyly and waited for the answer outside the door.

- Wait, I'll come out and tell you.

Interesting-interesting…

Alina came out, walked slowly up to me and looked straight into my eyes.

- Yes, I want to drink a little, but I'm not eighteen. Do you understand?

I closed my eyes and nodded, and she continued.

– But you won't tell my father if I have a drink with you, will you?" - Alina gently put her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear: - I really want to relax a little…

Her words and warm breath sent a pleasant shiver through my body. I was even a little confused – I didn't expect to hear this. It is possible that I completely misunderstood everything. You can relax in different ways, after all. Then I caught myself thinking that I began to hear what I wanted, and not what I really wanted.

- Of course, I won't tell anyone anything. Everything is just between us – " he said softly in her ear. – We're alone here…

She pulled back, smiled.

- Then take one bottle – - she winked and unexpectedly kissed him on the cheek. - Thank you.

"You're welcome," I said, taken aback.

"I'll be waiting," Alina sang sweetly and went into the room.

Every hour she surprised me more and more. It seems that our sympathy is mutual, which certainly pleased me, but these seventeen years and my father's words did not give me any peace. I can't help myself under alcohol…

Burdened with thoughts, I left the house in the direction of the "Magnet". On the way, I decided that I would take two bottles just in case – a lot is not enough. Since the evening is planned, it will be just right to fry a barbecue. Fortunately, there is always a ready-made one on sale, because you need to spend time on the marinade, and I still have time to compose a poem. And, of course, candles. Everything is properly arranged in the gazebo – there will be a really fabulous atmosphere, especially after the usual urban dullness.

I returned quickly with full packages – time was inexorably leaving and the sun was trying to hide behind the mountains. I was lucky that Alina didn't hear me enter the house. Hastily put all the purchases in the refrigerator, took the candles to the room. Then he began to write a poem and, as luck would have it, nothing interesting came to mind. After some time, the lines were still born, instantly written on paper. I checked it, reread it:

Today is our first day of dating,

And I am so glad that we are resting together.

I want to say so much sometimes,

But I won't say anything, because we are already in a wonderful place.

Somehow simple, in my opinion. On the other hand, this is what I wanted. In the end, I will not confess my love. I will make this text as a toast. Yes, that would be best. As if this is for an acquaintance, but with a subtle hint that I like her. That's just, I think, Alina has already understood this. Well, okay, it won't be superfluous. Girls, they are like this-say a thousand times that you are beautiful, and maybe in the thousandth first she will really start to believe in it and not doubt her own attractiveness.

I remembered the verse immediately, oddly enough, because recently any of my creations usually famously flew out of my memory. Suddenly, like a bullet in the head, a mistake was made: a barbecue should be a pleasant surprise, and I didn't even think to hide the meat better, because Alina could look into the refrigerator in search of something to eat.

I immediately went to the kitchen to check: I didn't see her there and decided to look in on her with a preliminary knock.

"Come in, Dam.

I entered cautiously: she was watching TV and didn't even look at me.

– Did you want something?

- Yes. I wanted to ask you not to leave the room yet. Well, as we agreed.

- Oh, you mean the surprise? - Alina turned around and measured me with her eyes. - Of course, I'll wait. You'll call me when you've got him ready, okay?

– Who is he?" - a vulgar thought settled in my head again, for which I immediately scolded myself in my mind.

- The surprise that you were going to make.

-Yes, yes, absolutely. That's it, I'm gone.

Looking forward to.

He slammed the door, sighed, and headed for the kitchen. There I took out a barbecue, found a grill, went out into the yard. It should be noted that the barbecue was very advantageous – on the other side of Alina's room, that is, if her window is suddenly open, she still will not smell the smell of fried meat. Although it would be strange to open the window, because every room has a split system. If only for ventilation.

I managed the barbecue quickly – the ignition liquid, the ready-made coals and my skill did their job. It remains no less important: to set the table, light candles and escort Alina to the gazebo.

In the kitchen, I carefully cut vegetables and fruits and put them on plates. I took a separate large dish for the meat. I did not forget the crystal champagne glasses, cutlery and, in fact, a bottle. To carry everything, I had to run back and forth several times. Finally, everything is ready. The final touch: I placed candles around the perimeter of the gazebo and set them on fire. Everything is perfect!

Satisfied, I first went to my room, took a handkerchief out of the closet to blindfold Alina. I thought it would be more effective this way. He inhaled, exhaled, and went to her.

She looked at me with interest, then at the handkerchief. I immediately explained what it was for. At first, she was suspicious, but still trusted me with the reference to the fact that I seemed to her a good person. With care, he tied a handkerchief, took her by the hand and led her to the gazebo.

As soon as we began to approach our romantic place, Alina smelled the smell of meat and could not remain silent.

- Did you really have time to fry a barbecue? Or is it a holiday for the neighbors?

– No, we have a holiday, - he led her to the gazebo and took off the blindfold.

Before my eyes, in the darkness, there was a gazebo with brightly burning candles, ruddy meat, fresh vegetables, fruits and a bottle of champagne.

- Dam, how beautiful it is here! You're so good! – she admired and hugged me. – And will you do the same for my birthday?

- Thank you, I tried, - he smiled easily and asked: - And when is your birthday? We're only here for a week.

Alina smiled modestly, timidly said:

- In three days I will be eighteen.

That's the news! I almost jumped for joy. Is there really such luck? Wow! It turned out that it could still be. At that moment, I even forgot about what my father said. And what will happen? I'm not small, so I'm free to choose who to meet and sleep with.